IN

Whats going on inside that pretty little head of yours?
I sit here, staring into your eyes.
I long to be transported into your mind.
But your eyes aren’t a door.
They’re the watchtowers of an impregnable fortress.
What secrets are you hiding?
What demons are you fighting?
I crave to know your thoughts as intimately as i know my own.
I long for you to bare your soul.

I want to be an insider looking out,
not an outsider looking in.

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